I’m faking glory; lick my lips, toss my hair and turn the smile on, and the story’s brand-new. But I can take it from here. I’ll find my own bravado The quiet of the room with no one around to find me out. I want the applause, the approval, the things that make me go
if you found yourself on a deserted island, what and who would you bring with you ?
“ ew, nobody, people are annoying. okay, well if i had to, i’d bring joon woo. and a knife? isn’t that the kind of survival shit you’re supposed to say ? ”
tae let out a reluctant groan, turning his head to the side so it was no longer buried in his arms. the last thing he wanted to see was one of his professors questioning him for his drinking habits, though he knew he was still fairly young, “an honest answer? 214 and counting,” he said with a lazy smile pushing his orange locks from his face. “i mean it this time though.” he definitely didn’t mean it, his birthday was coming up and he planned on being completely shit faced because well who wouldn’t on a holiday that great?
“ yeah, and i bet you meant it the other 213 times, too. ” he rolled his eyes with a laugh. even though jen was only twenty-four, being a professor meant that going out drinking or going to parties, anything remotely fun at all really, became much less common for him. none of the students wanted to ‘hang out’ with a professor, no matter how old he was. and honestly, it made jen feel a little left out. he missed it. “ well, i hope you have fun next time. ”
“B-but I could..” She looked at the floor anywhere to keep her eyes busy and away from the male whom seemed older than her. She wasn’t one to talk much and had a rather obvious stutter.
jen chuckled, shaking his head as he started placing books back on the shelf. “ i doubt that, sweetheart. ” he mused. it wasn’t uncommon for mutants like them to be scared of touching people. many of them were dangerous, and had hurt people in the past, so he always understood.
“ if you could be anything in the world, “ cheol spoke up, having walked up after spotting jen talking to someone. he’d waited for the other to leave, only then speaking up to the older, head cocked to the side in curiosity, “ what would you be ? “ he didn’t want to agree or disagree with what jen had said - even if it hadn’t been meant for cheol to hear, he had - mostly because he’d never had him as a professor, so the male wouldn’t know, but also because there were some things he thought better ‘untalked’ about.
“ not here talking to you. ” he scoffed, rolling his eyes and leaning back in his chair. jen run a hand through his hair boredly, really not wanting to engage in such an uninteresting conversation, but supposing it wasn’t really helping his ‘professionalism’ to be rude. he let out a sigh. “ i’d design clothes. professionally. ” he said with a shrug. “ and you ? ” jen asked through gritted teeth, offering the other a fake smile of interest.
“ okay, see you next class. ” jen bid farewell to the student he had been talking to. or rather, the student that had been talking to him and he had been pretending to listen to. after the first couple of words, jen tends to lose interest in what others are saying. the moment the student walks away, he frowns to himself. “ i really .. shouldn’t be a teacher. ” he spoke out loud. jen was way too irresponsible and self-centred to care about teaching others. especially fashion design, where he refused to step away from his own design aesthetic. it was because teaching was the only way to get out of the hell he lived in in seoul. did he regret it? a little.
Hoon Min knows that it’s against the rules to use your abilities on campus when it’s not pertaining to inside classroom work or practice with instructors, but he can’t help himself. His back is beginning to get the familiar, faint aching sensation that gets worse and worse as the days go on. His wings have been begging him for some form of relief, so as soon as he finishes his last class of the day he goes to one of the quieter, more reclusive parts of the campus, before stripping off his blazer. He keeps his shirt on, not wanting to take it off and risk anyone seeing the scars that line his body. Which is exactly why all of his shirts have two slits on the back, large enough for his wings to come through. He pauses and takes a look around, making sure the coast was clear, before he rolled his shoulders and his wings slowly but surely began pushing outwards until they were in their full form, spreading tall and wide. He lets out a sigh of relief, letting them flap slightly to loosen up a bit. It’s not until his enhanced hearing picks up the sound of footsteps that he turns around, a frown on his lips. “D-Don’t tell anyone,” he says as soon as he sees the other person. “I know w-we’re not supposed t-to use out p-powers, but..” He can’t think of an explanation, so he just trails off, his wings falling slightly much like a dog’s ears when they know they’ve done something wrong.
jen wasn’t sure what exactly he was expecting to find as he headed from one building to the other, taking his favourite shortcut. maybe a few young smokers, or a couple looking for a quiet place to make out. as he turned the corner, he definitely wasn’t expecting to find a boy, with wings spouting proudly from his back. as the boy met his eyes and seemed to recoil, jen simply raised an eyebrow. “ who am i going to tell? you already got caught by a teacher. ” jen gestured to himself, hoping to evoke some fear in the boy as a joke before waving him off. “ honestly, kid, you’re not hurting anybody. if it’s causing you pain, and you can control them, then i don’t see why having them out would be a problem. ” he shrugged. jen was taking his time in admiring them, not bothering hiding the fact that he was somewhat interested. “ as long as you’re not spitting fire at anybody, it’s okay. ”
Taemin’s usual routine after working the grave yard shift at the bar was to skip classes all together. The grave yard shift usually meant him attempting out drink one of the regulars and always ended with him being carried home in some way shape or form. But his Stars and Galaxies exam was today and that was the only reason he was in the student center, his uniform thrown together half hazardly with his shades on near death. A soft groan came from his lips and he found him self whining at the headache that seemed to come and go. “I’m never drinking again.” Though a lie, he believed it for a moment, but he knew that with in a few days, or even that same night he’d be hulled up in some party some where drink or high out of his mind and receiving or giving a potential blowie per the usual.
as a teacher, jen always found it amusing when students turned up to school with a raging hangover. he had been there, and he knew just how dumb it was to get wasted the night before school. jen still did it to this day, although his ‘professional’ title meant that he had to reduce it a bit. it wasn’t difficult to pick them out of a crowd. when you’re hungover, your appearance tends to match how you feel, and that was clear from the other as he came into jen’s sight. the older let out a light chuckle. “ how many times have you said that before ? ” he wondered, knowing full well that it was a lie, one that he had told himself many times in the past.
Somi was walking near the library walls, looking for a book on demonic psychology. If she was honest, she had no clue where she’d look. Aimlessly, wondering the library in hopes because since they took super powered people. They’d surely have some books right? She accidentally bumped into someone, scared she retracted away her body. Just in case her poison was active. “I-I’m sorry!”
jen wasn’t exactly an avid reader. he much preferred drawing to reading, and rarely found himself in the library. the place was too quiet for such a naturally loud person. though, when students felt like leaving their books in his classroom and not claiming them, it became a common job for him to return them himself. he had just slipped one back onto the shelf it came from, when he felt another bump into him. watching her reaction, he cocked an eyebrow. “ i won’t hurt you, yknow, honey. ” he chuckled, sliding another book back into place.
four down two to go. okay so this is jen he’s my lovely sassy af prince pls love him even if he talks shit to you and coME AND PLOT WITH ME
background:
so my boy was raised in a VERY strict and religious household
his parents constantly talked shit about everyone, disrespected anyone they didnt understand and taught jen that if he ever disappointed thm, he would be OUT
his parents own this huge fashion company, which got jen into fashion from an early age. his parents are VERY famous and powerful in korea, and he is also an internet personality with an online fanbase whom he loves
jen is gay af and he’s very reluctant to make that apparent to anyone because he knows for a fact he will get disowned if his parents knew and he’d terrified of that. he deals a lot with self-hatred too because his parents forced it into his head that what he is is wrong
jen needed an escape from them, so he became a member of faculty at jaeneung, as far away from his parents as possible and somewhere where he could try to come to terms with who and what he is
power:
power immunity - jen cannot be affected by other people’s powers. wanna read his mind? wanna electrocute him? lmao try again because he cannot be affected by anybody’s power
complimentary powers: immunity projection - jen can project his immunity as a ‘shield’ onto other people in order to protect them from other people’s powers. this is however very limited to a small number of people and a short range / power reflection - he has the ability to shoot a person’s attack back at themselves. so, for example, someone tried to electrocute him, they would end up electrocuting themselves
present day:
he is a member of faculty teaching fashion design, his passion
he also helps students in defense training, teaching them how to defend themselves
he’s keeping many secrets from his parents and is also finding it difficult to feel completely safe, keeping many things, such as his sexuality, a secret and being hesitant to let people know
jen is still struggling with his self-hate, often leading to self harm sometimes or the over-use of alcohol and drugs, but not too often
personality:
jen will tell it like it is. he wont take any shit from anyone, and he’ll call bullshit the second he smells it
he’s real with everyone, but he’s an extremely loyal friend. he doesnt say things to be hurtful, he says them to be helpful, people just take it the wrong way
he’s fun-loving and often very bratty, keeping it no secret how rich and famous he is and how he considers himself the master of fashion
he’s sassy af and will read you about every item of clothing you’re wearing without blinking
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